Therapy

I don't remember, I don't remember, that September, that September, or was it November, shit I don't even know

That look that you give me, that look that I feel, that look that I saw, all those days I lived in hell

In my own hell, in my own brain, in my own life, shit, now it's time to change

I close my eyes, as I rise high, into the sky, maybe I won't fall, maybe I will go higher, higher

Overdose and face blue, in the mud, came about up on the main, I came back up up on the main

And I ain't gon' be, the one that stays weak, cause I've got a power greater than myself that I believe

I used to be all alone, I used to wait for that call on my phone, did I ever get it, no

Now good things coming to me, and I don't know how to feel, is it real, it's too real to be real

This music is my trauma therapy, my counseling session, it's what I live and breathe

This music is my therapy, my counseling session, the reason that I breathe